The sound of frantic hooves clambering over the earthen floor nearby stirs the beast. He draws his lanky form upward and clutches at the tattered edges of Pernicies mind. In an instant he could snap and send Pernicies hurdling up the hill and headlong into some poor and unsuspecting fool. Perniecies is all too aware of just how little control and retain he can maintain. Lately it seemed as if the visions he saw in the darkness were making the beat harder to control. He wanted movement. He needed to fill the aching void with aggression. It was a precarious balance between sanity and mindless degradation. Dark eyes remained locked on the dark shadows of the bushes, despite the oncoming and most certainly unwelcoming company quickly approaching from the hill.
A scent wafts down from above and for a moment he was almost mistaken. His mind twisted his reality with titillating essence of scent. He shifted, his body weary of the memories. Something rolled down the hill behind him, sounding much like the barest whisper of a small branch in the breeze. The beast flexed it's claws as he drew his skull upward and swung it to peer the hill. His body twisted, muscles tense with the need to chase away the demons that were not a part of his usual mental disturbances. The demons that damn mare had left behind. As if he needed anymore battling for power with the rest. Dark eyes caught a form and for a moment he was completely still. The beast withdrew, whether from shock or humorous disbelief he could not tell. In the pale moonlight was a vision. It was made of tanned hide and dark stained limbs. It was shaped from soft curves and slender limbs. It was most surreal vision of a heaven he would never believe in. It was also a cruel joke played on him by the creature that now lay silent in his mind, as though waiting to see if he would fall once more for such juvenile tricks.
A single growl was emitted from deep within his chest, guttural and bestial. His muscles coiled and tightened where his limb dragged up in a slow chaotic dance beneath him. He threw himself forward, his frame lurching up the hill as he barred his teeth. It was a wolfish growl that left him, as he dragged his heavy frame upward and toward that spectral form that taunted him so. He breached the top and threw himself toward the form, sliding to a grinding halt when his chest brushed skin. The vision did not blue or disappear. He felt heat. He felt fur. He dragged himself back a step, black eyes staring down at the slimmer form with shock. It was not her. It could not be. He snorted, his muscles tense beneath his dust covered pelt. "You." Was all that past his lips before the beast reared up, suddenly angry at his recognition of her. It gripped the edges of his mind and tore against the bars that trapped it. He fought for control, uncertain just what was going on. Visibly he warred with himself, his muscles tensing as his eyes roved over her form hungry for the sight of her. Drinking in the smell of her, he pulled himself together and shoved the beast down beneath. For a moment he would have sanity.
He was against her before even he knew what was going on. His neck snaked around her own, his skull reaching toward to own frail and tilted visage. His nostrils touched her own and he shook. He battled over the emotion gathering within his check. What the hell was this feeling? Why was he so affected by seeing her again? He could chain her to his side and he would not have found regret. So why should he be so moved by this female before him? This slender thing he feared might break if he didn't handle her with care. How did one handle something with care when they simply did not know what caring was? "Suli?" He questioned, concerned by the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Somehow despite being physically stronger, he felt as if he might crack under the weight of whatever it was that had inched into his mind to stir the beat to such a frenzy.
Pernicies
I hate it but I still want you.
@[Suli]
